Land of Talk at the Pyramid Cabaret, Winnipeg

Land of Talk at the Pyramid Cabaret, Winnipeg, July 1 2009. Duncan McNairnay photo.

Review – Land of Talk at the Pyramid Cabaret, Winnipeg, July 1 2009

– text by Eugene Osudar

Land of Talk
came out drums
a blazing beating us
into dance trance,mission
first five songs
like brilliant sunshine
sight blinding
on oak floor
in an empty room
(oh John K Samson)

how can i see you?
oh, Mohawk Lodge

(i’m listening to the brilliant
Wildfires CD
by Mohawk Lodge as i write this)

Kenny Werner Quintet
there are gears and more gears
to every solo
played
there are depths
and layers
and intricacies
and delicacies
and power
unfathomable
unimaginable
until you’re sitting
in the middle of it
being devastated
for
my hour of it,
it was more but
i had a date with Land of Talk
and Boats

gears gears gears

there are so few gears
shifting
for Jean-Christophe
Beney
there is explosion
there is blaring
there is caring
passionately so

but finding the layers
finding the cake
to sweeten
the palette
for the bitter
for the sour
for the power
unleashing

Boats are,
Boats are Fun
Explosive
Matt’s face nearly blows up
so red
and his helium
vocals
incongruously
your brain wonders how?
when you see him
talk to him

and the music
is dance
is Fellini!
it is Fellini
romping around
the chaotic streets
of Rome
night and day
colliding cymbals
motorbikes
and mini-skirts
hot-tease hotties
and cool boys
dragging cigarettes
that fall into laps
of extreme panic

there’s a fire
works display
on the Pyramid’s
stage as snare
sticks rage
through the first
waves of pop
jewels all the cools
and birth
of a baby
first time auntie
lizzie
oh happy Canada
birth,day
land of talk
exploding
lights
and sounds
zingers
tinglers
missiles
to the heart
of indie rock
matters
shatters the peace
into the light
tripping
gripping your soul
rock n roll
again
purely
from the heart,

i’m the first dancing
and joining
the edgers
falling off the ledgers,
we’re diving
into the abyss
sweetheart
butterfly kiss,
oh darling,

because after the first five songs
the delays begin,
the changing guitars
(stay the one)
the endless tuning
(rock n roll rarely is
in tune)
a false start
(it’s performance
that shatters)
a grinding
(hearts)
stop to the momentum
(exhausted)

the songs are wonderful
don’t misunderstand
but there’s no flow

until the encore again,
recaptured purity
furious
end.

happy canada day.

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About Eugene Osudar

“born, august 16, 1963. i’m 45, and yes, i’m getting too old for this. bring out the rocking chair. my first concert, november 1978, elvis costello and the attractions. i was 15. their blisteringly brilliant 65 minute set only served somebody to affirm my new direction in the musical parallel universes, new wave punk alternative, oh sanctity oh celebration (!Freedom!) college radio! i’m old, i’m used up and i’m free. i see 50something Full sets of music every month and dance most of them. and when i dance, i mean to say, I Dance and Celebrate, 2/3/4 hours a night. The Gaslight Anthem. The Boss. The Weber Brothers. The Wind Ups. i’ll dance with Los Campesinos. i’ll move to The Long Winters. The Replacements. Husker Du. The Pogues. oh elvis costello, oh Clash! i could go/go/go Gogol Bordello forever. L(eonard) Cohen. come, Dance With Me (Old 97s) wherever you may be, sincerely, eugene